It was a meeting of the minds. Short minds fat minds open minds closed minds. Mind of silver mind of gold. Mind like a steel goddamned trap. Mind craft and the mind hunter. Mind head. Mind head was the head mind. He lorded over the others, his pink folded cerebellum uniquely shiny and just the right mix of stringy springy and soft. The mind head’s mind was bathed in butter by the lesser minds: the changed mind, the don’t mind. It was fried and consumed by the mind of a generation. Mind gathered over matter. And the mind of the mind head was consumed by middling minds and from this nourishment the middling minds formed their middling thoughts.

It was a gathering of the brain trust. Short brains fat brains big brains empty brains. Brains of iron brains of fire. Brain like a brain. Brain teaser and the brain department. Big brain was the top brain. He bragged to the other brains, his rosy folded medulla oblongata uniquely buoyant and rubbery, wormy and resilient. The big brain’s big brain was broiled in duck fat by the bird brains. The brainstorm descended and flash fried the big brain before the bird brains could feast. The bird brains angrily flapped to a high birch branch where they glowered at the big burned brain.